Asaph: Or The Choir Book: a Collection of Vocal Music, Sacred and Secular, for Choirs, Singing Schools, Musical Societies and Conventions, and Social and Religious Assemblies

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Page 371 - More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold; sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb. Moreover by them is thy servant warned; and in keeping of them there is great reward.
Page 371 - In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun : Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
Page 371 - Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands ; thou hast put all things under his feet...
Page 372 - There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High.
Page 372 - He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth: he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder ; he burneth the chariot in the fire. Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
Page 371 - When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful...
Page 371 - Keep back thy servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me: then shall I be upright, and I shall be innocent from the great transgression.
Page 372 - God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early, 6 The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved: he uttered his voice, the earth melted. 7 The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge.
Page 235 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside. 4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold, sullen stream Shall o'er me roll. Blest Saviour ! then, in love, Fear and distrust remove ; Oh, bear me safe above, A ransomed soul.
Page 221 - Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me.

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